Friday, May 3, 2013

A Man Can Do That

A young academic with early onset
Something similar to dementia
Who actually hated academe

And played it for all he was worth
Began to contemplate the end
Of play that way, that day.

He piled a stack of magazines
And compiled a list of web links,
And he began to read and read.

He knew by the end of the week.
He was exhausted. He had watched
Middlebrow trade fire with highbrow,

A thousand rounds over his head.
He was the lonely gunman now.
He remembered nothing they'd said.

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